My computer at home?
I mean, dead. Dead dead. Blue screen of death dead.
I called Dell Support and the guy laughed. Seriously. Laughed. Told me it would cost more to fix it than to buy a new one.
Jason came home around 7pm on Friday night and I was sitting on the couch weeping.
"What's wrong?!!?!" he asked, alarmed.
"My computer!" I sobbed. "It's dead."
He nodded sadly. "I tried to play solitare last night. It gave me the blue screen too."
I wept on.
"Honey," he said. "Don't worry. We'll get you another computer."
"I know," I wailed. "But I had five years worth of pictures saved. I had my novel. The one I've been working on since November. No back-up. I had all my writing in there. Everything."
I know he doesn't really understand. Not really. But he really tried. He looked very stricken for me.
Anyway. I know someone who is going to see if they can save anything off the hard drive. In the meantime, I'm shopping for a new computer.
In other news, the contest was pretty fun! For me anyway!
The first story was: TRUE.
That was also my favorite submitted story and submitted by none other than my sweet thang Liz from Lizarita. And yes, she and I do sort of have the same writing style, which leads me to believe we act a lot alike in real life too.
Except she has better hooters.
The second story was: TRUE.
This one actually happened to me. Yeah. The guy not only smelled of me, he told me I smelled like his mom.
*Note to that guy: Not a good way to impress chicks.
He, fortunately, was not a co-worker. He was a client when I was a credit counselor. And he was certifiable and showed me the paperwork that he was carrying in a big briefcase.
The third story was: FALSE.
I totally made it up. Did you like it?
The first person to correctly identify the true stories was: CHELLE.
So Liz and Chelle, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your real names and/or aliases or whatever and your addresses and I'll send you your groovtastic prize!
Thanks everyone for playing!